Monday, 31 March 2014

Habitat

Before the main event starts, the NaPoWriMo website suggested writing an ekphrastic poem – a poem inspired by or about a work of art.

Habitat


Tiny, tiny habitat
And within, a snack for a cat
A capsule of concentration
Pink tongue poking out
As you did that tricky bit
A cosmos in four corners
Dying to be explored
Life. Religion.
Food chain. Weather system.
And a carefully-cut romance
What are those two dreaming of?
Eyes on the stars
Hearts on the moon
I imagine them grinning from ear to ear
Just to be holding hands
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